MDSFD - CHAPTER 1 - PUBLIC


"Coraline," I looked down my glasses at the young woman on the other side of my desk. Her application read "Fighter". It was hot in this little office I'd rented from the Adventurer's Society. My blouse was gripping too tight to my tits.  
She wasn't one. Her short pink hair was tied with a bow. She was frail, in a teal pleated skirt, white blouse, and thigh-high stockings, with an expression of terror on her face.
"C-Cora." she corrected me, shifting in her seat. 
"Alright Cora, these affinities are terrible," I pointed to her appraisal, "You're eighteen, what have you been wasting your time on?"
"Well, I help my father in his bakery," her eyes were tracing cracks in the wall.
"Right here Cora," I said, and her eyes snapped back to mine.
"S-Sorry," she stammered, straightening in her seat.
Who put her up to this? 
"Says here your father, the baker, will be paying for my services. They're not cheap, and dungeon-delving isn't an extracurricular activity. Why's he doing it?" I leveled with her, even though I needed the coin, I wasn't going to drag some brat to her likely demise without a good reason.
"I begged him to," her eyes were welling, hands needling at her thighs.
"Why?" I didn't break my gaze. Let her cry, if that would bring her to her senses.
"D-discipline," it came out as just a breath.
My heartbeat rose in my ears.
Did she just say-
"I need discipline," Fuck, "I hear you can be very, hands on."
My hidden edge strained against its leather holster. Not now.
"My... discipline is reserved for those who deserve it. Not some-" I began to scold, but she cut me off.
"Please! I'll do whatever you ask of me. Shape me. I can be a fighter," she pleaded. 
Shape me?
Snap.
"What?" she asked, trying to identify the sound. It was one of three holster buttons. I adjusted my chair, scooting closer to my desk.
"It's nothing. I really don't know Cora, you're not giving me much to work with here," she frowned, bit her lower lip.
Snap. It strained.
This girl needs directing.
"I- I have trouble focusing and I felt like, with your direction, I could become something useful. And- and they said, that you use," her tongue traced a line across that lip, "unconventional methods." Her voice squeaked.
Snap. It was free.
I shifted my legs, "I do. Now tell me, what exactly did they say?" My cock pushed against my inner-thigh, aching, a rough heat growing though it. She looked down at her knees.
"Cora?" I placed a palm flat on my desk.
"They say you've got a really big dick!" she froze, a tremble running through her, "and that it can help..."
She's not wrong.
That was enough, I was going to suffer through training the untrainable. 
"Your application's been approved. I handed her a single page, labeled "Disciplinary Agreement", "You'll want to read this over, and sign it."
The good girl read the whole thing, while I waited, throbbed, my cheeks flush. Finally, she jotted down her name. 
"Good, you mentioned trouble focusing, I noticed it myself in our interview. Please remove your skirt."
"Ye-Yes Ma'am." 
She stood and loosened its cinch. It fell to the floor, revealing a pair of light-blue cotton panties. I stood, bulge pressed tight against my brown-leather pencil-skirt, and yanked at its side. After a short series of snaps, my training-stick was finally free, all twelve inches of it, with a trim triangle of black pubic hair resting above it.
Best not to scare her off with any affinity-length shenanigans, twelve inches will be plenty.
She pulled in air, looking almost light-headed. 
"I can tell you're the kind of student who needs a taste to understand what's in store." I said, stepping around my desk.
"Mmhmm," her thumb played with the hem of her panties.
"On your knees Cora," She was a good head shorter than me, with b-cup breasts.
"Yes Ma'am." She lowered herself to the floor, fully focused, "May I Ma'am?"
"Call me Mentor."
"May I, Mentor?"
A bead of precum had already smeared along my tip, she surrounded it with her soft mouth, pulling her lips over her teeth, and licked at it, "Mmmm-"
She'd signed off on everything, hadn't checked any of the "Please Don't" boxes. How had she convinced her father? He couldn't know. 
I'll find out soon enough.
Her tongue wrapped my tip, and then started to flick it's bottom, it wasn't great, but she at least had some cursory knowledge. There was room to improve. 
I pushed in, pressing down her tongue, quickly colliding with the top of her throat. She gagged.
There we go, we've found your limit. 
I paused for a moment to let her collect herself, but she didn't, she pushed throat onto it, "Hah-"
"Mmmph, mmm, mmph, mmph, mmph," she pulled away, gasping for breath, looking up to me for direction. 
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"No Mentor, sorry Mentor," and I was back inside her mouth, she pushed herself farther onto my length, tentatively bracing her palms on my smooth hips, finding stability.
I wasn't going to make her work too hard for this one. She was applying herself, that was a good sign. 
My balls clenched tight, I let myself think of the two of us, out in the field. Yes, I'd let her be my bunk-bunny. Fill that desperate little hole of hers on the regular, let her enjoy it. 
I thought my reputation would be ruined when my last student, Rebecca, took off and started running her mouth. If this was any indication, it may have been the best turn of my career. 
I pushed myself in further, and grabbed the back of her head, letting myself flood into her throat, "Haah-"
"Mmmmmhh." she moaned, still suckling at it with her cheeks, gripping my thighs.  My cock continued to pulse, calming. I released her, pulled out, "Alright, you tell your Daddy you're in." 
My desk caught under my ass as I reclaimed my breath. The pink-haired short-stack beamed.
She better know how to hold a blade.